Vivid Cries

• There once was a girl, going in a whirl, running into a crowd, not knowing how.

•   Each step growing, her dress flowing. 

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• Green vines, daisies, and flowers.      

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•  Each having their own powers.

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•  Spiraling out of control.

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• Riveting all their souls.

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• Sight growing blurry. 

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• Everything going in a flurry. 

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• Snow on the ground.

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• Police going down, shooting, hear the sound.

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• Ears going bloody, floor getting muddy.

        This is the story of a vivid  NOBUDDY.

by PJ

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